The Seasons of My Life

I don't have much to say about all I go through every day.
All I know is that when it ends I breathe and pray for the next day.
Working and playing without stopping to rest,
My soul breaks and gasps inside my chest.

What do I do when not everything gets done.
Do I give up and say there's no redemption, or at least not for me?
Who would bother to listen to what I go through day by day?
The monotonous routine of school or
the never-ending waiting for an adventure.
Longing for something that won't happen,
or having the epiphany that this life that I have is what
I should pursue; choose to make the most of it no matter what happens.

And then there's battling with my sin day by day.
That changes with the seasons but never seems to go away.
Sometimes if I'm not careful I might forget to care.
What keeps me going when my own drive isn't enough?
The anchor of my soul that is my strength behind it all.
He is strong "through every season's change..."
and is worthy of all my praise.
The God of "The Seasons of My Life."

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